[He pauses a moment when Gabriel leans forward, balancing himself against the wall. Michael understands now, what touching his wings is doing to his brother, and a part of him relishes the thought that he can have that sort of effect on him.
Another part of him doesn't want to make him uncomfortable either. There's a soft, conflicted, sigh.]
I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
[But, he doesn't remove his hands, leaving them there for a few minutes. He doesn't move them, stretch or push at the wings, but likes the feel of the feathers, the familiarity. When he does pull his hands away, it's reluctant.]
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Another part of him doesn't want to make him uncomfortable either. There's a soft, conflicted, sigh.]
I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
[But, he doesn't remove his hands, leaving them there for a few minutes. He doesn't move them, stretch or push at the wings, but likes the feel of the feathers, the familiarity. When he does pull his hands away, it's reluctant.]